Wednesday, September 18, 2013


The past weeks have been hard. I have been more reactionary, oppositional toward the guards. My attitude is bad. To call it frustration is an understatement, but its the best I can come up with. Reality has hit hard, as a result of snafu sentencing it seems that I will do 25 months here at the BCP, of which I have been down 9.

Preston is in rehab, Moser just got out too, Sammy leaves in a week. One is the lonliest #.

I am still in a haze from Carl's death. It has hit me more than any other recent death. He was a true friend, I did get high with him but he wasn't a drug friend. This fucking hurts, but at least Carl's pain is over.